untitled (back of a torn off piece of a Camel carton)

where's the love I was told I would find,
where's the new fruit of life
Dying on the vine,
what's the new game we're
going to play,
what'll we do from
day to day,
I'm sick of life in this
nowhere town,
I'm bored with everything
all I do is frown,
I feel as though I was destined
for greater things,
yet someone has gone & clipped my wings,
Kept me from what I was
meant to know, & now I just have no idea
what I should do.